In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
[tab]That mark our place; and in the sky
[tab]The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
[tab]Loved and were loved, and now we lie
[tab][tab][tab]In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
[tab]The torch; be yours to hold it high.
[tab]If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
[tab][tab][tab]In Flanders fields.
Locations in Harold's Library
- The New Oxford Book of War Poetry (book)
- The Norton Anthology of Poetry (5th edition) (book)
- page 1225
- Poetry of the World Wars (book)
- page 40
- in "World War One - 'Come, Death ...'"
- The Hundred Years’ War: Modern War Poems (book)
- page 39
- in "First World War"
- The Faber Book of War Poetry (book)
- in "Old Battlefields Revisited"
This work has the following connections with other works:
- The Walls Do Not Fall • penultimate line of H. D.'s poem "we passed the flame" evokes McCrae's "we throw the torch"
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